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lilywastaken · 2 years

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⇝ SICK DAY SCENARIOS !

CC!DreamWasTaken, CC!Sapnap, CC!GeorgeNotFound, CC!Quackity, CC!Karl Jacobs x GN!Reader.

SUMMARY: taking care of CCs when they're sick :( <3.

WARNINGS: SFW, a few spicy moments here and there, illness, a tiny drop of angst in Karl's part!

A/N: I'm alive!! The brainrot is real for these guys so I just had to write something, even if it's a bit crap LMAO. It's my first time writing for Karl/Quack, so they might be a bit weird/stiff, apologies! Once again, requests are open!! Please don't forget to reblog/comment if you enjoy the post, it helps a lot!! Thank you for reading! <333 If you see any mistakes, do not hesitate to let me know, please!!! I wrote this quite late so there might be a few!

MASTERLIST.

DREAM:

"Feeling a bit better?"

You whisper softly as you open the door to your boyfriend's bedroom, noticing that he had made his way off his bed and onto his chair, legs up and pressed to his chest with his knees tucked under his chin, the bright screens of his monitors reflecting onto his sad face.

"Mm…"

His broken whimper makes you sigh, walking over to him carefully and placing the bowl of chicken soup next to his keyboard, leaning down to press a kiss to his sweaty forehead.

"You should be resting."

You're about to lean back until Dream grabs your arm, his pointer finger coming up to tap his lips, hopeful eyes staring up at you.

"Clay. You're ill."

"Which means you're refusing to kiss your poor, suffering boyfriend?" He sighs dramatically, his voice deep yet nasally due to his stuffy nose, leaning into your touch as your hand comes up to cup his cheek.

"Are you ready to take care of me when I inevitably get sick, sweetheart?" You coo back, watching his expression morph from one of self-pity to one of dread.

"O-of course." He mumbles, hoping you don't remember how stressed he was when George had gotten sick a few weeks ago, running around the house looking for medicine in hopes that his friend wouldn't die. "Still… What if the cure to my sickness is a kiss from my beautiful partner?"

"Oh?" You play along with a smile, your hand coming up to play with his hair and run your fingers through his dirty blond curls, watching him flutter his eyes closed to enjoy your touch with a smile, half expecting him to start purring. "Well…" You sigh dramatically in defeat, leaning down so that the tips of both your noses are bumping. "I guess if it helps."

Dream makes a soft noise of excitement before you press your lips to his, his soft hand holding your head to his to slot your lips together easily.

"Now get to bed." You snap as soon as you pull back, causing him to huff and pause whatever video he had been watching.

"Fine." He grumbles like a child, lifting himself up and taking a few moments to make sure he isn't about to collapse before turning to you, letting you lead him to his mattress, onto which he immediately collapses on with a loud groan.

He situates himself under the covers and outstretches his arms to you expectantly, yet instead of your warm body he finds himself holding the bowl of soup you had brought.

You press a kiss to his forehead as he begrudgingly starts to sip on the soup, his gaze softening as he realises you're not about to leave his side.

Needless to say, the next day you were as ill as he was.

SAPNAP:

A loud groan resounds across the house.

You try your best to ignore it, going back to scrolling through your phone and scratching behind Patches' ears.

Another groan, louder this time, finally brings your attention away from social media and back to reality, frowning at the unending dramatic groans that come from your boyfriend.

You sigh, carefully pushing Patches off and starting your trek upstairs, listening to the borderline fake sounds coming from inside the room.

"You sound like you're dying."

You comment as soon as you push open the door to his bedroom, rolling your eyes with a smile as you meet your boyfriend's gaze, his lower lip curled into a pout as he makes grabby hands at you, his bed covered in what you assume to be snotty tissues.

"I am dying, darlin'. Feels like I'm being ripped apart."

You laugh, making your way towards him and sitting on the edge of the bed, and placing your hand onto his forehead, frowning instantly at how hot he feels.

"Wait, are you actually sick?"

"Yes!" Sapnap whines, throwing his head back and slamming it accidentally onto the wooden headboard, whining at the additional pain. "You thought I was fakin'!?"

"I wouldn't put it past you." You grumbled, wiping some of the sweat on his face with your sleeve, watching him try to adjust in his bed just to be closer with you. "What hurts?"

"Everything." He sighs out, closing his eyes in pain as his head throbs.

"Everything?" You repeat, unamused, already getting up to retrieve an ice pack from downstairs, hoping to cool down the fever he seems to have caught.

"Yes, every-" his eyes snap open as soon as he feels the bed shift, whining. "No, don't leave!"

"Nick, I need to get you something for your fever!"

You struggle against Sapnap's grip as he pulls you into his lap, arms wrapped around your waist and stubble scratching against your cheek.

"No… all I need is you, darl'." He grumbles against your skin, peppering sloppy kisses onto your neck.

"You're delirious." You sigh, melting into his warmth as he pulls you under the covers, sniffling and whining with every move he makes. "You'll take some medicine later, right?"

"Mhm … yeah." He says drowsily as he starts to fall asleep right there, listening to your breathing as a means to calm himself down. "Anything for you, sweetheart."

GEORGE:

How can George still be asleep?

You think to yourself as you stare mindlessly into the TV, the plate of food you had been eating abandoned on the coffee table as you take note of how long it had been since you had seen your boyfriend after last night.

You know he's prone to sleeping in for long, but not this long. Especially now in Florida, where the sun rises earlier and helps him wake up at the same time as you and your roommates.

Once you give your half eaten plate to Dream, you carefully push open the door to your boyfriend's room, stopping for a few moments so your eyes get used to the darkness his room was covered in.

"George? Are you awake?"

Treading carefully so you don't trip on any loose cables or stuff that he might have tossed onto the ground, you finally reach his bed, kneeling next to him and placing your hands on the body beneath the covers and shaking softly.

"Georgie?"

"Hmng."

You feel him turn around, meeting his gaze despite the darkness around you, watching as his pained expression turns into one of relief.

"Hi…" He mumbles, voice coarse as if he had just finished screaming for over an hour, reminding you of that one time he had lost his voice after a particularly long stream. "Time…?"

"Almost 4." Your hand comes up to push back his bangs, a shiver racking through his body as your cool touch makes contact with his atypically hot skin. "What th- do you have a fever?"

"I think." You feel his arms creep around your waist, pulling you closer with abnormal strength and placing his head onto your lap, snuggling himself into your thighs, letting out a shaky sigh at the warmth. "Tried getting up this morning and I think I passed out."

That would explain the crash Sapnap had claimed to have heard early in the morning.

"You passed out? Why didn't you call me?" You whisper back, running your fingers through his hair and massaging the back of his neck, a spot you know always gets him weak. "We could've brought you downstairs so you weren't cooped up like this."

George laughed as the image of Dream and Sapnap dragging him downstairs came to mind, but the sudden stabbing pain that attacked his lungs caused him to start coughing with a whine.

"I'd rather just stay up here with you." He started to manhandle you to lie under the covers, his hands warm on your hips as he quite basically shoved his face into your chest, trying to calm his raging headache. "We can order something later… I just want to be with you for now."

You chewed on your lower lip before your hands came up subconsciously to bury themselves in his soft locks, a whine leaving his lips as your nails started scratching at his scalp. "Fine. Just for a bit, okay? You still have to eat, we got to get you medicine, and you probably stin-"

You squeaked as he nipped on your skin in an attempt to get you to shut up, rolling your eyes at the smirk on his pretty lips before he fluttered his eyes back closed, a silent way of telling you that he was going back to sleep.

QUACKITY:

"You're an idiot."

Your boyfriend sputters out a confused sound as he walks into the kitchen, not having expected to be instantly insulted first thing in the morning.

"Huh?"

"Why are you half-naked!? You're sick!" You point at his feet and then his shorts with your spoon, making him groan and roll his eyes.

"It's hot!" He throws his arms up in the air as he sits down at the kitchen island, ignoring the way you frown at him. "And I'm not sick. I'm fine. It's just a cold."

"That still counts as being sick." You mumble under your breath, pushing a plate of food in his direction before pulling off your hoodie (which casually happened to be his) and handing it to him. "Put it on. I don't want you getting worse."

"...fine." He mumbles, starting to eat once it's on. "Thank you, mi vida."

Your face heats up at the casual nickname, nodding as you start on your own breakfast, too busy scrolling on your phone to notice the way your boyfriend starts squirming in his seat, sweat dripping down his forehead as he tries to focus on his food.

"You alright?" You finally realise how sick he looks despite having looked fine mere moments before, face flushed and skin sickly pale as he wipes the sweat away with his hoodies sleeves.

"Mhm. Okay." Your hand reaches over to cup his cheek, almost flinching back at how hot his skin feels. "Jesus! You're so fucking hot!"

You instantly regret what comes out of your mouth at his cocky expression, watching him m lean into your hand and sigh dreamily, eyelashes fluttering open and closed as he speaks.

"You think I'm that hot, babe?" He purrs out, despite the absolute pain that's racking through his body at the minute. "Damn, didn't expect you to be bold."

"Shut up." You pinch his cheek, forcing a high pitched cry to leave his mouth as you turn around to look through the medicine cabinet. "I meant you're literally hot, Alex."

"So you think I'm not figuratively hot?" You refrain from the urge to groan at his teasing, pulling off the cap to some medicine and dropping a pill into a glass of water.

"If you keep acting like this, you'll be less than hot to me." You snap, handing him the drink and waiting for him to down it like he usually does when it comes to ill-tasting medicine. "Go lie down, I'll make you some soup."

Before you can leave, he grabs your arm, pulling you into the space between his open legs and wrapping his arms around your waist.

"With me?" He mumbles into your hair, causing you to roll your eyes at how clingy he's become. "Come on, cielo. We can just order soup."

"But will it be as good as my soup?" You brush some of his longer strands of hair away from his eyes and trace the invisible lines between the beauty marks on his face.

"No… but I'd take cold soup any day of the week if it means having you in my arms."

KARL:

"Your nose is running."

You comment as you watch your boyfriend sluggishly make his way towards the fridge, eyes barely open and sweatpants almost falling down his waist.

"Mhm."

He doesn't even acknowledge your words, digging through the countless cans in the fridge to pull out some orange juice, instantly downing it without a second thought.

"Sorry. You want some?" He slurs, extending his arm and offering you the carton.

"Just finish it, Karl. I'd rather not get sick."

You notice that instead of his normal sleeping shirt he has a button up on, the buttons all messed up from probably trying to do it on his own in the bathroom mirror.

"You going somewhere, baby?" You comment on his appearance, frowning as he instantly nods, throwing the carton into the bin before looking for some snacks.

"Filming with Jimmy." He casually says, as if he hadn't been battling with a fever for almost a week. "I volunteered yesterd-"

You slap your hand over his mouth, stopping him from talking and meeting his shocked gaze, feeling his hands immediately find place on your waist out of instinct at how close you are.

"You're not going anywhere, Karl. I don't want you to get worse." You comment with a frown, having half expected him to lick at your hand when you had covered his mouth, but the sad look in his eyes feels worse than how that would've. "Please. You've been in pain for almost a week, I just want you to get better."

You let go of his face, moving your hand to cup his cheek and watch him press into your touch, nodding solemnly.

"Just don't like being useless. I wanna do stuff, I want to help!" He whines, closing his eyes as if afraid of your reaction to his complaint.

"You're not useless, though. You're sick. I'm taking care of you because I love you and I want you to get better. Jimmy's your friend, he'll probably won't want you working while you're sick, either." You lean up to press a soft kiss to the corner of his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a comforting hug, his cool hands roaming your skin under your shirt. "So get back into your pyjamas and get to bed and I'll bring you some food, okay? Then we can watch a movie, whichever one you want."

He nods enthusiastically, taking his turn to cup your cheeks in his hands and pepper kisses all over, brushing your lips with his before pulling away, aware of how sick you'd get if he gave you what he had. "I love you!" He says before rushing back upstairs giddily, not even waiting for you to say it back, aware that even without saying it, you do.

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queenie-avenue · 7 months

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i think a cupid just shot my heart as i read abt yan! barista!! I have a what if, where reader was pressured by their friends egging them to find someone that they made a slip of tongue and accidentally claimed and said they found someone, resulting in havoc in the group chat with their friends bombarding them with questions abt the newly found someone that reader actually doesnt have

and planning a meet-up asap the next day for readers friends to meet the someone

Soooo she runs off to Minoru asking a favor for him to be their *pretend* boyfriend for the meet-up or perhaps until he manages to woo reader into making him their real lover

Fake it till you make it.

💌 ⤻ THE BARISTA, AKIMITSU MINORU

—> helping you, but you didn't want it.

⤻ reader is gender neutral, implied stalking (but let's be fr, he did stalk), non-consensual kissing, fake-dating technically, mentions of arctic monkeys because I was playing it on spotify lol

notes: oh my god anon, i love you so much. i was actually so sad when there wasn't much interaction with the yandere barista and i'm so glad you liked it! i hope you like this! mwah! <333

💌 ⤻ archives.

You only had one friend group, which you always took pride in. As you said, it wasn't the quantity of friends you had, but rather the quality of the people you surround yourself with. Despite their flaws, you did think that your friends were a swell group of people who simply wanted the best for you.

However, it was a problem right now because you only had one friend group, nobody else could masquerade as your boyfriend to your other friends.

You could barely sleep last night as they bombarded you with questions, asking you about your supposed lover and how the both of you met and an impromptu scheduling of your friends meeting you and your boyfriend.

You suggested neko no aishi for some reason as you thought of who would be able to be your ideal boyfriend, someone you and your friends would approve of.

Your cheeks flushed as you thought of the barista manning the counter everyday.

You shook your head as you decided that you would be a good person and fess up to your friends.

✧ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ✧

“That's basically what happened.” You muttered as you grabbed your cup of coffee from Minoru's hands, looking up at him with the most pathetic expression you had ever shown him.

He chuckled softly. “You know,” he started as he always did, “being single is not a really big deal. You have your entire life to find the one you love.” He said as he looked you up and down. “It doesn't need to be now.” He said as he leaned across the counter, getting extremely close to you, an innocent smirk on his face.

“Yeah, I know. But I feel like I'll never find the one.” You muttered. “All my dates have ended in disaster, somehow. Just the other week, one of the guys vomited when we were walking around the street. He hadn't even eaten anything. I'm starting to think it's my perfume.” You said, attempting to make the sad situation at least somewhat funny.

“I think your perfume is just right.” Minoru said, barely above a whispered as his hands tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

You flushed the deepest shade of red as his black eyes raked all over yours.

He wasn't wearing his contact lenses today, you noted, sipping your cup of coffee.

“Why not I pretend to be your boyfriend?”

The statement had caused you to sputter out your drink, staining your skin brown as you looked up at him with wide eyes.

“I mean, it would be quite easy.” He chuckled. “I've been a boyfriend before.” He humoured you.

“I couldn't possibly expect that of you. Plus, you have so many things to do around here. And well, I can't keep lying to my friends that you're my boyfriend, can I?” You said as you moved away from the counter, just in time so you did not hear his, ‘it doesn't need to be a lie’.

When your friends arrive, you puff out your chest and get ready to tell them the truth as they question you about the whereabouts of your rumoured boyfriend.

Just as you were about to speak, a tray was placed in front of your friends, all with adorably decorated lattes that had the signature cat of the café plastered on. “Sorry I'm late,” Minoru smiled sheepishly as he served your friends. “I was preparing some drinks for all of you.” He smiled as he took a seat next to you, wrapping his hands around your delicate waist, pulling you in as you gasped. You shot him a look, eyes widening at just what he was trying to do.

“Is he really your boyfriend?” One of your friends quipped, just as shocked as you were at this sudden development.

“Yep.” He smiled, bowing to them respectfully before turning to face you, his dark eyes boring into you. “[y/n] told me so much about all of you. I’m so happy to meet you guys.” He chuckled, acting like the perfect boyfriend that all of your friends would approve of.

“Oh is that an arctic monkeys keychain?” He asked as he began to initiate conversation with all your friends, surprisingly good at being able to pick up about what they all liked.

You couldn’t tell if he was just that good, or if he been doing research.

That was a stupid thought. How could he even do that?

“Well, I have to head back to work, but enjoy the coffee. It’s all on me.” He said as he leaned close to you. “See you later, dear.” He smiled before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, that left you even more dumbfounded. You savoured the taste of mint chapstick on Minoru’s lips, how his lips matched yours perfectly, how you felt his lips quirk up when he realised you weren’t doing anything to deny him of your lips. He pulled away, his thumb grazing his lips with a grin. Hus thumb was somehow warmer than his lips, or was that just you? Your cheeks heated up as he even wiped the stain of coffee from your lips.

Your friends squealed the moment he left, complimenting your ‘boyfriend’. You practically went with the flow as you felt dizzy, still confused about the kiss.

✧ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ✧

“Why did you do that?” You questioned, practically gasping for air, still breathless after that kiss.

“I wanted to help you.” He said as he closed up the cafe casually as you remained red-faced and anxious.

“You didn’t need to, I already told you that I didn’t want to bother you.”

Minoru led you out as he locked the cafe for the day. “It wasn’t a bother. Trust me.” He smiled before leaning back down to give you another kiss, this time more sensual as he bit your lip before fully letting you go.

“Get home safe.” He smiled, leaving you there in the middle of the street and smouldering afternoon heat.

Soon, that fake boyfriend thing would not be so fake after all. He planned on it.

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bahrtofane · 5 months

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Dialogue 15 and trope 19 with Kylian 💞 Your writing is so good!

thank u sm !! enjoy lovely <333

- "Can we start over, just you and me?" - Second Chance

word count - 600+

watch it - kinda toxic relationship but its okay kinda happy ending hehe

In some parallel universe there's a version of you and kylian that haven't broken up and you're still in his home cozy in his expensive comforters without a care in the world as he pressed kisses to your cheeks.

This is not your universe and the reality that you live is instead that you haven seen him in weeks and the last you did you stormed off screaming at dinner. Hey can you really blame yourself?

Kylian has dragged you on a wild ride filled with so much drama you could actually kneel over and die just from thinking about it.

And if you ask him, he'd say you were never together. The nerve.

You hope he breaks a knee or something. That would shut him up. You think hes single handedly the most egotistical person you have ever had the misery of meeting.

To him, he was untouchable. On and off the pitch. He was-is- Kylian Mbappe, what does anyone have to say to his face but praise? Nothing.

Funny thing is you never meant to get involved this much. At the wrong moment at the wrong time. And boom you collided. Literally. At a friend's birthday dinner you got up to fix your dress, and here comes Mr hot shot not looking where he was going and slammed right into you. Sending you right into the table ribs first. That bruise was sore for ages.

And the rest is history. A very miserable depressing history that leaves you with a pile of keepsakes under your bed. You have yet to find the heart to throw them out.

And through all this you still let him come obver after practice to ‘talk.’ what the hell is there to talk about? The rumors that made you leave? The amount of times he never outright said you were together? God.

He shows up soon enough. In all black and with flowers and a bag. You toss them into your kitchen table and guide him to your couch.

“What is this about Kylian?” you sigh.

He wrings his hands together, unable to look you in the eye.

"Can we start over, just you and me?" soft. Gentle.

“Kylain.” you warn.

“I'm serious. I let talk and rumors get the best of me. I failed you in the process.”

“We start over and we what, do the same thing over and watch how you embarrass me?” you lash out.

He winces,”no. I want you back and I want to treat you properly. I'm sorry for all I put you through. That's on me and always will be. But I can't just let you leave. I need you.”

"Fine," you relent, your tone laced with reluctance. "Let's start over. But this time, Kylian, we do it on my terms. No more games, no more lies. Just honesty, trust, and a genuine effort to make things work."

Kylian's expression softens, he's relieved. "I promise, this time will be different. I'll do whatever it takes to earn back your trust and make things right."

You nod, though the doubts still linger in the back of your mind. "We'll see," you murmur, unwilling to fully let your guard down just yet. You know him well enough to know not to jump for joy. He needs to prove all this talk to you first.

As Kylian reaches out to take your hand, you can't help but wonder if you're making a mistake, if you're setting yourself up for heartbreak once again. But amidst the uncertainty, there's a glimmer of hope—a belief that maybe, just maybe, this time will be different.

Together, you take a tentative step forward, ready to give love another chance, praying that this time, it won't end in disappointment. Praying that you won't have to tear down every little thing that reminds you of him. That maybe Kylian has space for you in his life rather than just haphazard room he's made on a whim from shoving things aside till they swallow you whole.

Only time will tell.

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rabbitsrams · 1 year

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having a tough time and thinking about schlatt with a perpetually lonely reader

he’d be so sweet always inviting you out with him and his friends, just spending so much time with you if you’ve had a hard week. bringing you home your favorite food and all his love

i need a big guy hug i need to be squeezed to death stella

aww scout this is a sweet idea :( also relatable bc that's my life in college :( i hope it gets better for u soon ilysm 🫂🫂🫂

yes schlatt is 100% that welcoming friend. like you two met in a class or something and he knows you don't have many friends at school so he makes it his goal to try and include you in everything.

it starts off simple. he invites you to eat lunch with him after class, which takes you by surprise since you usually eat alone and he always eats with his friends. but he insists you join him.

meeting his friends is a little awkward at first, but they're very welcoming especially since schlatt has talked you up so much to them (!!!!!!).

and it's nice!! you get along with them very well :)) mostly just vibing

but after it's all done, you think it's the last time. you know these things are usually one-time, they're not actually your real friends, they were just being friendly.

but you're surprised when schlatt texts you that weekend. he's at your building, asking if you want to hang out. you're confused but you accept, cause you weren't doing anything anyway.

and you have just as much as a good time, if not even better. it's a lot more chill at his dorm, not worrying about others being loud in the dining hall and being able to relax. you were never invited back to someone's dorm before and it was a nice feeling.

schlatt becoming a consistent guest at your dorm (you're so thankful that your roommate is often gone) and you guys study together, hang out, talk, etc.

meets you outside your classrooms after class and walks with you to get food <3

also takes you out to his favorite sports off-campus to eat <333 and insists on paying <333333

you often lament to him about your difficulty to make friends. its not like you haven't tried, because you have. it kind of boils down to people not being genuine, you not getting a connection with them despite trying to.

and he reassures you that you don't need to have 1,000 fake friends to be happy in college. these people probably won't matter after graduation.

"hey, if makes you feel better, 'least you've got me."

that makes you cry. you hug him tight and he returns it with equal fervor, squeezing you and never wanting to let go. you mean so much to him, you're such a genuine person and probably the best friend he's ever made at that school.

and possibly wanting to become more than friends 😉

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dairyminki · 1 year

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this heavily reminds me of my san series ngl

✨️ part of my 300 milestone event 🪄

title: make it up to you

pairing: choi san x gn!reader

genre: established relationship, fluff to suggestive real quick

warning/s: use of pet names (baby, babe, kitten)

wc: 879

a/n: hello hello to one of my fave persons here! this is just one of the many pics u sent me sooo sit back and enjoy ig?? helpsksks i'm really thankful for that san series of urs btw cos it was the reason we both started talking hehet,,,anyway! i hope u like this one luvv <333 and yes the pic do be rlly reminding me of ur san im screaming this was not so nice of u

*reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated!

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San chuckles, hearing the frustrated huffs that manage to escape your mouth every now and then. He could practically see from the vanity mirror, currently in front of him, the little pout on your lips as well as your arms that are crossed against your chest.

You were already in bed, dressed in your bluish sanrio themed pajamas and—he bets—you're absolutely warm and comfortable under the comforter right now. Although, your furrowed brows say otherwise.

"What's my kitten pouting for, hmm?" San coos, a hint of teasing present in his tone. He has his head slightly angled to the right as he eyes his newly moisturized face in the mirror, two fingers pressing on his lips.

The thing is, he's currently intently admiring his no makeup face and he's not trying to deny that because—damn, he does look great.

You always tell him this, and there are still times that he can't quite put himself to believe it—not tonight though, obviously.

"If there's someone who resembles a cat more, between the two of us, it's gotta be you, Choi San."

San stills in his seat and his self-admiration comes to a halt.

You…

You just called him, San. Not sweetie, not darling, not bubba, and most of all, you didn't call him, Sannie.

Rather, you referred to him with his government name, and this was enough to relay to him just how deep your growing annoyance with him is now.

"Baby…" San softly says, he briefly lifts his butt off the stool as he turns to fully face you.

But when you make no effort to reply and simply cover your face with the comforter instead, he stands up and makes his way over to the bed.

San keeps sweetly uttering the endearment until the mattress dips due to his added weight and until the very moment that he's already laying beside you.

A whine comes out of San's mouth when he sees that you've managed to steer clear of his not so subtle attempt of caging you in his arms. You avoided him by rolling towards your left and viola!—you're now a human sized burrito.

"Baby!"

"Don't baby me!"

"But you're my baby!" San whines even louder.

"Yeah? And you kept this baby waiting for an hour when you promised you'd be done for only a few minutes," You argue, prying off the comforter from your face—San takes note of your slightly red face with a smile—your movements, sharp.

"Babe, I had to make sure that I've wiped every ounce of makeup from my face. Plus, I wanted to be presentable enough for you since we haven't seen each other for like a week," San squeaks, and he sees that you're trying your very best not to roll your eyes at him.

Instead, you scoff.

"You're pretty handsome already, Sannie. I always tell you that."

Ah, now there's that nickname he loves hearing.

Now lying on his side, San musters all the strength needed to pull you towards him—though, he didn't really need that much to do so. This action causes your body to be unwrapped from the comforter and ends with your face flat against his rock hard chest. San laughs when he hears you mutter an 'oof,' and then wastes no time to wrap you in his arms and entangle his legs with yours.

You were now his prey, trapped, and if he's merciful enough, he might just be contented in giving you a few kisses to make it up to you—despite your cute whines—for just a few seconds and then release you from his cage-like embrace, and call it a night, afterwards.

"Ou shmell good." San hears your muffled voice, and he giggles because of the light vibration your voice just made against his chest. And then you're pushing yourself away from him at arm's length, staring up at him.

"Have you been working out more, by the way? Your chest is…" You pause to clear your throat. "...rock solid." You continue, blushing.

San does his absolute best to stay calm despite your comment and your now flustered face. Instead, he makes it a mission to tuck every stray hair that fell and covered your face, behind your ear, and not meeting your eyes while he does so. And he was doing great, very great.

Well, that was until one of your hands gripped his muscly arm, and the other started playing at the neckline of his black tank top.

It's safe to say that the tables have turned and San was now the flustered one.

He is now the prey as he finally locks his eyes with yours. The dark gaze you were wearing was a clear indication that it won't just be cute kisses tonight—but rather, a hot long night filled with further lingering touches and kisses trailing down—

"Make it up to me?"

But, oh—San is very willing to make it up to you, alright. In fact, he might just not show mercy after all.

San hears you murmur, which enticingly pulls him out of his reverie. And then it happens so quickly, with San barely having any time to blink, that now you're already straddling his hips. San's chest heaves at the sight of you on top of him.

#san x reader #cromernet #pirateeznet #k-labels #Hiraya-M #ateez x gender neutral reader #ateez x reader #san fluff #ateez fluff #ateez suggestive #ateez scenarios #dairyminkiwrites #dairyminki_atzsan #dairyminki's 300 milestone event #m: chokchokk #💌—dream.with.elle

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ddollfface · 9 months

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠…

𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗦𝗶𝗰𝗸!𝗙𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝘅 𝗮𝗳𝗮𝗯!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗦𝗶𝗰𝗸!𝗕𝗶𝗺𝗯𝗼

"Sorry, I texted you when I was drunk...I just think about you all the time :(("

"She's my best friend, and, yeah, I might be in love with her, what about it?"

Trigger Warnings; talking about breaking into your house (it'll make sense later lol), hinting at yandere behaviors, fluff, somewhat gaslighting, reader is referred to as a girl, lesbians ig idk (is that a warning??) If I missed anything, then please let me know ♡ Just a small scenario about some new ocs! And they come as a pair btw! If you have any other ideas abt them, then request something! Or anything, I'm running out of ideas LOL-! Hope you have a good day/night <333

God, this is horrible...

It's always like this when it comes to them, it's like their water and oil, fire and ice, the moon and sun. They're constantly bickering and fighting, always pulling each others' hair, and there's never a moment where they're not insulting the other. For some odd, reason, which you don't know, they just hate each other.

No matter how many times you've tried getting them to settle this drawn-out dispute, they never solve it. If anything, it makes it worse. It causes them to just argue more and turn to you as the judge, making you choose between the two.

Now, you're stuck in this shitty situation, having to choose between two of your friends. Lovesick!Friend has always been there for you, sticking by your sick through thick and thin, comforting you when you got dumped, and helping you study when you were struggling in math. Lovesick!Friend is a little awkward, but she means well. She can't help if she's a little anti-social, if anything, it's endearing to you.

While, on the other hand, Lovesick!Bimbo has been nothing but a sweetheart, always introducing you to new people, though you suspect they're her ex-hookups. She's always helping you with your make-up, picking outfits, and being a funny companion. Lovesick!Bimbo, though she's an airhead, has a heart of gold and she'll never pass an opportunity to comfort you. She's always hugging your arm, kissing you on the cheek, and providing that feminine comfort.

But now they're putting you in this situation, having to choose between the two. That's the hard thing, you can't. You really can't imagine your life without either one of them. They're both great friends to you and it'd be pretty depressing if you had a fallout with one of them. And the situation hasn't lightened up; it's gotten worse. It's starting to become too big of a problem, one that you can't brush under the rug.

It's escalated to where they're "breaking" into your apartment, and you use that term loosely. As the two aren't even sneaky about it! They both just waltz into your home like they own the place! And all you get in return is a, calm down, I just want to spend more time with you, y'know? I mean, with finals week and all... or a, Come on, babesss!! We're, like, so close! There's no point in trying to get away from me!!

Both trying to spend more time with you. Though, when you think about it, you're not too sure how they got your keys 'cause you sure as hell didn't give it to them...

But that's beside the point, it's getting really irritating for you. You'll be coming home from a tiring day of work, only for you to find LoveSick!Bimbo asleep on your bed or rummaging through your clothes, which you're not too sure on what she's looking for. Or you'll find LoveSick!Friend cooking dinner in your kitchen. Once you even walked into the two having a full-on fistfight in your living room!!

And these little incidents lead to moments like this: where you're pressed between the two, stuck in a drawn-out cuddle session.

...

LoveSick!Bimbo had just stopped by, wanting to drop off some cupcakes for your mama, who was stuck in the hospital after surgery. Such a sweet girl she is, doing such a kind thing for you, though her excitement was cut short after seeing you and LoveSick!Friend lying on the couch. The two of you were far too close for her liking. Baby!!! What are you doing, cuddling without meee! Why are you abandoning me like thiss-!

LoveSick!Bimbo then threw a hissy fit. She stomped her sparkly heels and pursed her pretty lips, you could even see tears swell in her eyes. She set the cupcakes on the counter and ran over to the two of you. She pushed past LoveSick!Friend and squeezed herself between the two of you. She wrapped her arms around your waist, tucking her face into your neck, and holding you against her chest like her life depended on it. Of course, LoveSick!Friend wasn't having it. She tried pulling the girl off of you but to no avail. God dammit, you prick, get off of her!! You're gonna kill her!

LoveSick!Bimbo just held on tighter. She pressed herself against you, not wanting to let go. Not even noticing how her tits were right in your face, causing your mind to go fuzzy and face to flush. She even made a smug comment about how you shouldn't be afraid, babes, you can touch 'em if ya' want ;)

LoveSick!Friend scoffed, pushing against LoveSick!Bimbo's face, trying to push her off the two of you. She tried situating herself so that she was closer to you than LoveSick!Bimbo, but the other was stubborn, not wanting to let you up. The two proceeded to have a mini tug-of-war, with you being the prize. The girls shifted positions and moved you around, not seeming to care if they were groping you too much, until they came to an agreed position.

You were stuck between the two girls, lying on LoveSick!Friend, with LoveSick!Bimo pressed against your chest. LoveSick!Friend had her hands playing with your hair, giving you a free massage, while LoveSick!Bimbo was practically groping your boobs. Her face snug in your cleavage, your arms wrapped around your hips, foundling with your love handles. All the while, LoveSick!Friend pressed her face in the crook of your neck, pressing kisses on the junction of your neck and shoulder. You could feel her bouncy curls tickle your skin, causing you to squirm.

All this was too much, you were feeling too much in too little time. It was all overwhelming, having two, very attractive, girls cuddle up to you. And it feels wrong, feeling this way, seeing as they're your friends. But one can't control their heart...right?

It felt awkward; you really didn't know what to do, so you just wrapped your arms around LoveSick!Bimbo's shoulders, bringing her body closer to yours. This only caused LoveSick!Bimbo to squeal, tightening her grip on you and whispering small praises about how you're so frickin' cute! I could just eat ya' up! Love ya' and 'ur sweet curves! EEK-!

Only for LoveSick!Friend to grumble and tell LoveSick!Bimbo to shut it with the squealing, you're hurting her ears, you dimwit.

You could only chuckle at the scene. The constant bickering was growing on you, maybe this isn't too bad...

#sapphic love #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #obsessive love #lovesick #bad writing #yandere oc x you #yandere imagines #yandere x you #female yanderes x you #wlw #girls who like girls #𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙠!𝙗𝙞𝙢𝙗𝙤 #𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙠!𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 #𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡'𝙨 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨

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atlabeth · 2 years

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turn back the clock - rafe cameron

summary: your boyfriend breaks up with you days before your best friend's wedding. you're dreading having to face it alone, but when some behind-the-scenes tampering by the bride brings you back into contact with your high school crush, more comes to light than you could've ever imagined.

a/n: thank you to ri for helping me decide which current wip to finish and this post i saw on ig for inspiring it in the first place. i love second chance romance so much and the obx3 trailer made me wanna start writing for rafe again so here we are lmao.

this has been in google drive hell since august and i finished the rest of it all in one go at midnight when i was supposed to be doing homework. so i hope you enjoy

wc: 4.2k

warning(s): small bit of angst at the beginning but basically all fluff, like toothrotting. also reader was a college track athlete but nothing else about her is described

(no i will not stop using this gif of him in the blue suit<333)

You didn’t really wanna have to make this call. Instead, you just wanted to stew in your own misery, watch some sappy rom-coms that make you feel even worse about what happened, and maybe go out and buy a couple pints of ice cream.

But the day wasn’t supposed to be about you. And you owed it to Elizabeth to at least explain why you might be in a vaguely shitty mood at her wedding.

Honestly, though—you should have expected this.

“He what?”

“Liz—” you started, but you knew once she got going there was no bringing her down until she was done.

“He broke up with you?”

“Yes,” you said, and you clenched your free hand in a fist to keep from choking up. He didn’t deserve any of your time, you knew that, but that didn’t mean you weren’t hurting. It didn’t mean tears didn’t well up every time you thought about him. “He just sprung it on me out of nowhere last night. I thought we were doing pretty well, but,” you let out a watery laugh, “I guess not.”

“I can’t believe him,” she seethed. “I told you not to trust guys with J names, and Jason is like, the biggest offender! I told you the moment we met him at that frat party he was bad news—”

“You don’t need to go on a rant!” you interrupted with a laugh. “I already know how much of a jerk he is— well, I might’ve just had my eyes opened to it, but I know. I just wanted to tell you that I’m… going through some stuff, I guess, in case I seem off during all the planning. But that’s all—you have to promise me that none of the focus is gonna be on me, because this is your day.”

“...Okay,” she said after some hesitation, “but you can still rant to me whenever you want. Just because you’re one of my bridesmaids doesn’t mean all you have to talk about is the wedding.”

“How can I not talk about the wedding all the time?” you exclaimed. “Lizzie, I’ve been involved in so much of the process with you that it’s basically all I can think about. This is the most excited I’ve been for anything ever.”

“Didn’t your brother get married last year?” she said.

“You know what I mean,” you chuckled. “I just can’t believe you’re getting married, and to Nate, too. It feels like it was just yesterday that you were telling me about the cute boy in your trig class, and six years later and you’re marrying him in a week.”

You could hear the smile in your words. “It really does feel like yesterday, huh? I remember going on and on about how much I liked him after that group project we got stuck together for—y’know, your encouragement was the only reason I ended up asking him out.”

“Then I’m glad I kept bothering you,” you said with a smile of your own. “You guys are so great together.”

“I just wish you would’ve taken my—” Liz suddenly stopped talking on the other end, and you frowned a bit.

“What?”

“...Nothing,” she said very suspiciously after a pause. “I, uh— I just remembered there’s something I need to do. Wedding related. I’ll talk to you later?”

“Yeah—” you said, but she had already hung up. You chuckled and shook your head as you set your phone down.

You didn’t really know what that was about, but you were looking forward to the wedding—it didn’t matter that you were suddenly single.

You and Liz had been best friends since you were put next to each other in the seating chart in sixth grade science—and even though she went to NC A&T and you were all the way at San Diego State, you talked basically every day for all four years of college. Sometimes you even made the flights to see each other, and it was worth every single dollar.

It made you feel a lot better, knowing she had your back (and knowing that she had likely already blacklisted Jason from the guestlist made you feel pretty good too).

What you didn’t know, though, was that what she was doing at that moment would make the wedding night a whole lot more interesting for you.

And it all had to do with one Rafe Cameron from high school.

The air was thick with a thousand different perfumes and the stiffness of hairspray along with a whole lot of anxiety as a result of the eight bridesmaids who inhabited the room trying to make sure they looked their best before the procession started in T-10 minutes.

You were, of course, stressed as well. It was like everything that was fine for the months leading up to the wedding had suddenly decided to go wrong just to spite you. You’d forgotten to take a tag off of your dress and it was digging into a very particular spot of your back, your hair was not cooperating—Ariel and India and Natasha might have said that you looked beautiful, but it was just not working with you—and you were about to run out of your favorite mascara. All small things, but they were beginning to add up.

And to add to your stress, your phone started to go off. When you opened it, you saw it was a text from Lizzie.

girl I am so sorry to ask you this I know we’re so close to the start

but Ayana just told me that she left my bouquet on the table in the sideroom of room 139, she forgot to take them out of the vase!

sisters aren’t even on top of things when they’re your maid of honor apparently 🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃

you’re the closest to the room and the only other person I can trust rn because Im going slightly wedding crazy, can you please get it??? I will love you more than my future husband and you will have my eternal gratitude

using my track past against me i see

you are pushing it babe

I know

help me obi-wan kenobi you’re my only hope

lol

dw I got this 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

You are my savior and all your drinks are on me next time we go out

You sighed and shook your head, slipping your heels off in favor of the flats you came here in. The last thing you needed was to break an ankle before the procession.

“I’ll be back!” you announced to the rest of the bridesmaids—though you weren’t sure any of them heard you in the havoc—before you ran out of the room. You were thankful this dress had a slit.

It took a minute for you to get there, makeup and hair still intact, but when you did you didn’t see a vase. You huffed a sigh and got to work going through everything. The actual last thing you needed was for Liz to not have her bouquet as she walked down the aisle.

“Oh— I’m so sorry, I didn’t even know there was another person in here.”

You turned around from your crouched spot on the floor at the voice, and you nearly toppled over when you saw who it was.

“Rafe?” you marveled. Though it was posed as a question, there was no doubt about it. You’d only thought about him basically every day for all of high school.

He said your name with the same surprise, his eyes widening slightly at the same time as he stared at you for a moment too long. You swore his eyes went up and down, a slight pink tinge on his cheeks, when he blinked and shook his head. A wide smile spread across his lips in its place, and it did the same sort of thing to you that it did in high school. You weren’t immune to a Rafe Cameron grin as a freshman, and apparently you weren’t as a college graduate either. “What are you doing here?”

“Trying to find Lizzie’s bouquet ten minutes before the wedding,” you said with a slight laugh. “What are you doing here?”

“Uh, Topper left his pocket square in here, apparently,” he said. “We drove here together, and he’s the best man so he’s scrambling all over the place, and—” Rafe paused and he breathed a laugh, his eyes crinkling at the corners in the same way they did in high school. “You get the idea.”

“Oh, yeah,” you nodded, and a smile pulled at the corners of your lips. “I had no idea you were gonna be at the wedding. I—” you chuckled and shook your head. “I guess I forgot that you and Nate went to UNC together.”

“Yeah.” Rafe laughed again, though it was a bit nervous as he ran a hand through his hair, stuffing his other hand in his pocket. “It’s uh— it’s been forever since I’ve seen you, though. What, the last time we actually had a conversation was—”

“That one party at UNC,” you supplied, and you stood up, leaning against the countertop. “The one that Liz dragged me to when I came to visit her for spring break sophomore year. We saw each other there.”

“...Yeah,” Rafe repeated, and his smile softened. “Yeah, it was then. I didn’t know you remembered that.”

“‘Course I did,” you said. “I mean, the last time before that was the huge party you, Kelce, and Topper all threw in the last week of summer. Before we all went our separate ways.”

“Oh, that was…” he laughed as he bowed his head a bit. “That was something. Uh, it should be a rule pre-college boys should not be allowed to be around that much alcohol without supervision. I’m surprised no one died that night.”

You grinned as the memory of it all came back. It was hard to believe that it was one of the last times you saw Rafe. That it was the last time you saw Rafe for two whole years, and the next time you got even the slightest glimpse of him was a minute long conversation with your very drunk self before you were dragged out by your one sober friend.

Seeing Rafe was the only thing you remembered from that night.

“I can’t believe it’s been so long,” you said, your voice a bit softer. “College really did something to us, huh?”

“Yeah,” he said, and his smile faded the slightest bit. “Being on separate coasts’ll do that to you.”

Your expression softened, and you were about to say something when your phone buzzed in your hand. Panic jolted through you for just a moment before you read what the texts said.

just kidding lol. It turns out that Alicia got the flowers when she was picking up the drinks from there for the reception

crisis averted!!

I’ll still cover your drinks though since I prob gave you a mini heart attack and Im very sorry about that

“Huh,” you said, and you glanced back up at Rafe. “Looks like I was sent on a mission for flowers that weren’t even here.”

“Elizabeth’s probably all over the place,” he said. “I mean, I’ve been kinda stressed out and I’m not even part of the wedding party. Bridal nerves have gotta be a lot worse.” But then Rafe paused and took his phone out of his pocket, and his brow creased.

“What’s got you lookin’ like that?” you asked.

“Huh,” he said. “Topper actually just had his pocket square in his… other pocket. So I guess I was here for nothing then, too.”

A laugh bubbled out at that. “We’ve got some very organized friends today, huh?”

“Seems so,” he agreed with a smile. “But I’m glad he misplaced it.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Rafe nodded, and he shrugged. “I got to see you.”

You felt the heat rush to your cheeks at an astronomical rate, and you had never been more thankful for your phone to buzz.

But seriously you gotta finish getting ready we have like five minutes left before the organ starts playing

liz if this was not your day i would be so mad at you

please. you can never be mad at me

“I gotta go before I single handedly ruin this whole procession,” you joked, and you went past the entrance and Rafe. But just as you got a few steps away, you turned around and smiled. “I’m also glad that Liz sent me here.”

Rafe chuckled, smiling inwardly as you hurried away. You didn’t know it, but his eyes didn’t leave you for a second.

The wedding ceremony went fabulously.

You got back in time and finished getting ready—for some reason, you felt a lot more confident in your appearance—and walked down the aisle arm in arm with a very lovely groomsman before taking your place at the front of the bridesmaid line.

You cried. A lot.

When you saw Liz walking down the aisle, when you looked up at Nate and saw the way he gazed at her with all the stars in his eyes, when her father gave her away, when they said their vows, when they kissed, when they walked off—you were a mess basically the entire time. Thank god for waterproof mascara.

And then when you sat with the bridesmaids for the Liz and Nate's first dance and the parent dances, you cried again. And when Ayana gave her Maid of Honor speech and Topper gave his Best Man speech—you were like a waterfall. A complete mess, but a very happy one at that.

But you managed to stop by the bathroom and fix yourself up in record time before you all went off to your normal seating charts, and god, you had never been more glad to have done so when you walked in and saw who was at your table.

Liz either knew everything or nothing, because this... this was really something.

“So we meet again,” Rafe said, another easy smile appearing as he turned to look at you. “Looks like this wedding is trying to make up for all the years we missed.”

You chuckled and took your seat next to him. “Guess so. It’s not an easy feat, though.”

“Six years was a long time,” he said.

“Didn’t really help that my parents sold our house in the OBX after I graduated,” you said dryly. “I missed all those Rafe Cameron summers during college.”

“‘Rafe Cameron summer’?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. “Didn’t realize there was a word for it.”

“What can I say?” you shrugged. “I graduated with an English minor. It allows me to make up phrases whenever I want.”

“Ah,” he said, nodding sagely. “I guess my… finance concentration means I control the stock market?”

You laughed and shook your head. “You’re ridiculous. It obviously means you’re the head of the treasury. Keep up, Rafe.”

“My bad.” He held up his hands with mock austerity. “Our time apart is the reason for such a ridiculous mistake.”

You smiled, but it sobered a bit and you bit your lip. “On a serious note,” you said, “I’m… I’m really sorry.”

Rafe frowned. “For what?”

“For that time apart,” you said. “I came back to North Carolina more than a few times to visit Liz and some other friends, but I never came to see you. We were— we were good friends, Rafe, and I shouldn’t have just disappeared on you like that all because I was at a different college.”

Somehow, his brow furrowed even deeper. “What? You can’t possibly be blaming yourself for this—people grow apart in distance. That… that just happened to us. I mean, you were in California and I was in Chapel Hill. That’s crazy distance.”

“I still came back, though,” you said. “Just… never for you.”

“...I didn’t expect you to,” Rafe said, looking right in your eyes. “No matter how much…”

“What?” you asked after he trailed off.

Rafe sighed, then shook his head, trying to clear his mind before he looked back at you. “Do you wanna dance?”

“What?” you repeated, mostly because you couldn’t believe it.

“Dance with me.” He stood up and offered a hand, passing a glance at the dance floor. All of the official dances had been done already so it was open to anybody, including you and your high school crush.

“Okay,” you said with an almost breathless laugh, and you really felt like your freshman self again the way butterflies fluttered in your chest as you took his hand and walked over to an open spot.

You and Rafe fell into an easy rhythm, like you’d been doing this all your lives, and it didn’t take too long for your conversation to follow.

“So what did you get up to in all those years at SD State?” he asked. “All I really know about your college career is what I’ve gotten from Instagram and your parents’ Facebooks.”

You laughed a bit. “Regular college stuff, I guess. I did track all four years and I won some awards, which was pretty cool. Went to a lot of parties, got drunk a lot, swore off drinking a lot, studied until I thought my eyes were going to fall out, then graduated with a chemistry degree. I’ve been working as a technician in a lab for the company I interned with for the past two years.”

Rafe whistled. “‘Regular college stuff’, she says, as she describes an insane balancing act between student athlete life, partying, and schoolwork, and still being able to graduate with a STEM degree.”

“You’re such a flatterer,” you admonished, but there was no real bite in your words. “That’s one thing that’s never changed.”

“It’s easy to flatter a woman like you,” he said. “I mean, you’re out there changing the world. I feel like I’m not even worthy to stand in your presence.”

You chuckled as Rafe spun you, and as your hands joined once again you offered a coy smile.

“You know,” you said, feeling a surge of confidence with his words, “I had the biggest crush on you in high school.”

Rafe’s eyes widened slightly, but he covered it up with a well placed smile of his own. “Really?” he marveled, and he said your first and last name, “you had a crush on me?”

“Yep,” you nodded. “And she had it bad. If freshman year me could see this, she would be losing her mind.”

Rafe laughed, and it spurned butterflies in your chest yet again—they were the same kind you’d felt whenever you talked to him back then, trying to catch whatever moments you could between your busy schedule and his own responsibilities. You were too scared to admit your feelings, but you enjoyed spending time with him nonetheless.

If there was one thing this was proving, though, it was that your feelings definitely weren’t as settled as you thought.

“Well, you know,” he said thoughtfully, echoing your previous words as he brought you back to the present, “I had a pretty big crush on you in high school too.”

That completely threw you off your rhythm. So much so that you stumbled, totally missing your next steps—if it weren’t for Rafe catching you, you would’ve face planted.

“Are you good?” Rafe asked, concerned.

“You had a crush on me?” you asked instead.

He laughed again and ran a hand through his hair before you fell back into your rhythm together—he had let it grow out some, you realized, and it looked infinitely better all ruffled and mussed up than styled.

“Yeah,” he said. His smile wasn’t as confident as it always was, a boyish charm mingling with unusual shyness. “It, uh— it kinda snuck up on me. I didn’t really know how big of a crush it was until I was at your signing ceremony. Like, right after you signed the contract was when I realized I had it bad.”

“My signing ceremony?” you marveled, and you shook your head in disbelief. “You really have great timing, Rafe. Couldn’t have realized a couple years earlier when we were still in the same place?”

Rafe laughed softly. “Yeah. I really do. But I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to make it harder for you. I mean, I was staying in the OBX for Chapel Hill, and you were taking the opportunity of a lifetime to run track in San Diego. I wasn’t gonna take your mind off of that because some hometown guy had a crush on you.”

“Some hometown guy,” you repeated, and it was your turn to laugh. “You thought that little of yourself?”

“It’s true,” he shrugged. “I was just a friend that fell for you. I mean,” he gave you a crooked smile, “not that it was hard to fall for you. Pretty sure I was one of ten guys who wanted to ask you to prom senior year.”

“Okay, that is not true at all,” you said, but you were stumbling over yourself just as quickly. He wanted to ask you to prom senior year? When the one thing that you thought about whenever you looked at him that spring was dancing with him at prom? “Grant Millwood was the only one that asked me.”

Rafe nodded with a laugh. “That was because he threatened everyone that he knew had a crush on you to make sure he would get to go with you.”

“And then he ditched me halfway through the night because he got too drunk to function off the alcohol he smuggled in himself,” you said dryly. “Yeah, he was a great date.”

“High school was the best,” Rafe said with mock austerity, “wasn’t it?”

“Oh, yeah,” you nodded. “I miss the kook academy every single day.”

“I still can’t believe you wanted to ask me to prom senior year,” you said, shaking your head. “Rafe, how did I not even know? Why didn’t you do it?”

“And let you miss your chance with Grant Millwood?” Rafe over exaggerated his scoff. “Please.”

A laugh spilled out as a smile shone through. “You would’ve saved high school me a lot of angst if you told her you had a crush on her, y’know. Then I wouldn’t have had to spend four years pining in high school.” And four more in college, and two more postgrad.

(God, you wish he had told you sooner. You would’ve blown all of your money on tickets to North Carolina if you had even the slightest inkling your eternal feelings weren’t eternally hopeless.)

“Goes both ways,” he said, tacking on your last name. “Why didn’t you tell me how bad you had it?”

“Because I thought that there was no chance in Hell that Rafe Cameron would ever share my feelings?” you said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Come on, Rafe—you know who you are, who you were. You say a couple guys wanted to ask me to prom—every girl wanted to date you. I didn’t stand a chance.”

“And yet you did,” Rafe said with a slight chuckle. He shook his head. “Y’know, if I could turn back the clock, I would’ve done so many things differently.” Rafe smiled boyishly. “I would’ve mustered the nerve to ask you to prom before Grant even got the chance. And I definitely would’ve asked you out instead of liking you in private.”

You smiled and shrugged. He liked you then when you thought there was no chance—why not now, when you also thought there was no chance?

“Who says you have to turn back the clock?”

Rafe’s own grin grew immediately, and he pulled you off to the side of the dance floor. He held your hands in his own, the cool metal of his signet ring at odds with the rough calluses on his palms brushing against your skin.

He said your name with such earnesty you felt like you could melt, and when you gazed into his eyes, you nearly did. “I think you are the most amazing woman I’ve ever met in every single way. I can’t believe that it took me meeting you by chance at a wedding for me to do this, but I’d like to fix a mistake I made five years ago by never doing this. Can I take you on a date?”

“Rafe Cameron,” you said, and it was a physical effort to contain the joy nearly bursting out of you, “I would love that more than anything.”

He grinned. “Great.”

And then he cupped your face in his hands and pulled you in for the best kiss of your life, one that you immediately fell into with all the vigor of six years spent longing.

When he pulled away, leaving you completely breathless with widened eyes and bruised lips, his sultry whisper nearly took you out.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for years.”

You only had eyes for Rafe as you pulled him back into a heated kiss, pulling him by the cuffs of his baby blue suit. The only thing that got you away from him was the need for air.

"Me too," you murmured.

(And in the background, you were far too dazed to hear Liz’s victorious cheer.)

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mackenzielovee · 2 years

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what about one of them being anxious? maybe not even for any reason, like having anxiety chills really bad one day and they aren't sure why.

CUTE i changed it a teensy bit and hope that i did it justice for you. thank you for the inspo <333

Every morning, Rafe is awake before you. Every morning, he goes out on a run and then comes home and makes you coffee before ultimately getting you up. Every morning, he debates falling back into bed and keeping you there, ready to ignore the responsibilities of the day.

Which is why Rafe Cameron can't figure out what's different about today. Sure, Josie has a little cough. Yes, there's a big business deal going down next week. However, Rafe knows those are things he can handle, and he'll even make them look easy as he does it.

You crawl out of bed and find Rafe in the kitchen, doing his best to open the bag of resealable coffee grounds. He groans lowly when he can't get it, then smacks his hand on the counter out of frustration.

"Morning," you yawn as you enter.

"Hey," he answers quietly, continuing his attempt at the bag, "Coffee will be ready in a few."

You're used to it always being done, always waiting on you. But, you don't dare say a word. Instead, you grab two mugs from the counter and then step over to him, eyeing the bag in his hands.

"Can I help you with that?"

He shakes his head, "It's fine."

"Rafe."

He can't resist you and you know it. He sighs and sets the bag down on the counter, then turns to face you. Immediately, you register the burnt out look in his eye, the flexing of his hand, and the ticks in his jaw.

"Sorry," he mumbles, "Maybe you should make it this morning."

You step forward and cup his cheek, pulling him down so he's looking directly at you.

"I don't care about the coffee. I care about you, baby. What's going on?"

He shrugs, but the way he avoids your eyes tells you that something is there. He brings both of his hands up to your waist and grips you tight, even pulling you closer to him.

"I'm just a little on edge," he confesses, "It's nothing I can't handle, and I honestly don't know why it's happening."

You nod patiently, "Just an off day?"

"Yeah, think so," he replies.

You nod once more, then shove yourself against his chest. He smiles when he feels you so closer, your heartbeat against his chest and his against your temple. You listen to it while you scratch up and down his back, ignoring the sweat from his run.

"Can we sit down for a few minutes?"

He nods and allows you to lead him over to the couch. He sits first, then pulls you down onto his lap. You straddle him and lock your arms around his neck, then start pressing kisses into his cheeks. His hands run the length of your thighs, which brings a smile out of you. If you know Rafe Cameron, you know that his love language is physical touch. You plan on playing into that with him in this moment and all of the rest to come.

"I'll be okay, sweetheart," he lectures you, "Don't waste your morning sitting here. I'm good."

You kiss his chin, then his lips, then his nose. He breathes you in regardless of his words, and you know he loves it.

"It's not a waste. I love being with you, you know that," you say sweetly.

"But, your coffee."

"I can make my own coffee," you reply.

"Shouldn't have to," he mumbles, "I love taking care of you."

"Well, now it's my turn to take care of you," you grin, loving the way his lips tip up, "I'll come by the office and we can have lunch together. You can call me after your three o'clock meeting, and when we both get home from work, we can cuddle on the couch. The kids are going to Kelce and Maddie's for a playdate, anyway."

"That wasn't on the calendar," he raises a brow, but you shrug him off.

"I forgot to add it."

A lie, and you know he knows it, because you never forget to add things to the calendar. Still, the smile that graces his features lights you up inside, and when he nods his head, you feel victorious.

"Thanks, baby," he whispers, "I appreciate that."

You smile, then kiss him one more time.

"Seriously," you murmur, "Is there anything I can do to make it better?"

Shyly, he shrugs, "You have, already. Maybe we could start putting this on the calendar."

You smile, scooting impossibly closer on his lap before scratching his scalp and playing with his hair, forcing his eyes closed under your touch.

"We can do that," you reply, "Every morning, if you want."

He grins, letting his hands wander down your back and to your ass, which he grabs happily.

"Yeah, I think that would really help me out."

#ambivalence blurb #parenthood blurb #ask!#megan <3 #ambivalence hcs

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sexybabystevie · 2 years

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i saw someone else do this and IM DYING to know so... if you had to assign each mutual a taylor album what would they all be assigned?

i already know i'm gonna forget people because i still, unfortunately, do not have all of my mutuals on my list (ugh i keep forgetting :") ) but here we go!! if i don't tag you i'm sorry, and if you reply i'd love to add you!! <333

starting with ally since she sent this in :)

ally @yoalchumly - red tv. not only because you listened to atw10 for HOURS upon hours in a single week lol, but also because a lot of how we met and the things we talked about remind me of the topics of this album. also, you have the very sincere, heartfelt and emotional (not at all in a bad way) nature to you, and to me that's what encapsulates the red album <3

lily @my-my-only-angel - (first of all i am SO sorry we hardly ever interact, but ily!! my tumblr feed sucks these days and i rarely ever see your posts but i still very much appreciate you!!) to me, you are SO cool it's not even funny. and you have the best bad bitch energy (a lot of people here a going to be hearing this btw so be prepared) so ultimately i'm bestowing upon you reputation!! you give off the vibes of someone who is unapologetically and confidently themselves, and i really admire that in you! that energy is absolutely present and rep and there is why i associate it with you!! <3

ela @lovelyela - (i know you're still kind of inactive but that's totally okay! i've been a mess about my blog recently so it's not biggie, but i wanna include you anyway so i hope that's okay!!) every time i've spoken to you, you have been absolutely so kind and sweet! you were one of my first even stranger things related mutuals, and i'll never forget that!! for that reason, i'm giving you debut album taylor swift!! you have the very kind, shy kind of vibe that that lbum has as a whole to me!! <3

natti @natti-ice - okay. you are literally so cool i'm not even kidding. like i am SO honored that you're one of my mutuals/friends and i LOVE always seeing you in my feed! so i'm also giving you reputation because, again, you have amazing energy that's very confident and you're just SO cool <3

vic @royalmaybank - we haven't interacted in like. a REALLY long time and i am so sorry!! i absolutely need to catch up on what you've written recently!! to me, you give off both the vibes of lover and folklore, but if i had to ultimately pick one then i think i'd go with folklore! the softness and calmness of it all, combined with the way that to me, every song on that album feels so made with love reminds me of you!! <3

anna @keeryshouse - anna!! we haven't talked in SO long but i'll literally never forget the first time we talked!! i always looked up to you a lot and that was just so so special to me! (and also when that anon said they thought we were the same person. literally one of the highest compliments i have ever received 😭) i'm giving you evermore!! for a lot of reasons haha. your writing is absolutely amazing - you write scenes and characters and just EVERYTHING so well - and to me you have the steve harrington fanfic equivalent of evermore's amazing lyrical genius. also!! your writing also makes me SO emotional, no matter the genre or what's happening in the story, and i think that's another thing that evermore does amazingly and so do you!! <3

ava @lxvecakes - you are so absolutely lover. from your theme to your love of pink and the overall softness of your personality!! you have such amazing and sincere lover vibes, and you were absolutely the easiest person for me to choose an album for, honestly!! not only are you absolutely enamored with love and being in love, but you're also such a lover yourself and i think that's absolutely amazing and beautiful!! <3

anna @steddiesandwich - a little unrelated but i absolutely miss talking to and interacting with you!! i still see you on my dash on occasion but i do miss some of the little convos we used to have because they were so fun! if i chose an albm for you, i'd choose midnights! i feel as though your blog is very organized, but you also have such a wide variety of ships and characters from stranger things that is so refreshing to see, and it reminds me of the ways in which midnights is basically bits and pieces of all of her other albums, a gian variety that is tied together beautifully, and that so reminds me of you and your blog! <3

lo @noirgoths - lo!!! i adore you and talking to you so much, and you've been so kind and have been there for me so much in the past few months, and i am so so grateful for that! :) you're someone who's very honest and genuine, but you're also so so cool too!! you're very strong and independent in ways that i wish i could be, and that reminds me a lot of midnights and how the songs there are both very open and sincere and are also self-aware and uplifting at times!! <3

bee @sunflowerharrington - we haven't interacted in a while or very much, but i still look up to you a lot and wish we did talk a little more!! but no worries because honestly i'm a little shy lmao; anyway! from what i've seen of you and how we've interacted together, you remind me most of midnights as well! (sorry 😭 a lot of midnights album recipients in a row but it's simply my opinion :") ) you have a lot of the qualities that i identified with lo; unapologetic sincerity regarding yourself and who you are, etc, and i know that we don't talk that much so i could be totally wrong, and that's my bad if so! (also i hope this isn't awkward because i'm cursed with not knowing how to talk to people :") ) <3

brooke @circesstars - oh my gosh. you are SO so kind and considerate and helpful, and i'm so glad that you're always open to helping me with things when needed!! i love when we randomly talk late at night (lmao) and discuss the absolute most random things :) for that reason, and a few others, you most remind me of 1989! a lot of songs on 1989 are about friendship and how important being with friends is, and that along with your general vibes really reminds me of 1989! (i genuinely hae no idea how to describe the vibes thing, so my apologies lmao. you just very much remind me of moving/visiting new york with all your closest friends and having the time of your life while there :) ) <3

athena @puppy-coded - i'm so glad that we became mutuals a little while ago!! your energy and vibes are, as your url says lol, very puppy coded and i love that! you have such an energetic and fun vibe and i love it, and thus you remind me of 1989 in that way (that's totally different from brooke's 1989 vibes?? idk how my brain works, oops-) anyway :") <3

persephone @very-offkey-kazoo - i love love LOVE talking to you so much!! the little dad jokes everyday and just talking to you about anything in general - including, ofc, cat pics <3 - makes me so happy and i always love hearing from you each day!! i value your friendship so so much!! the album i'm giving you is speak now, which makes more sense to me personally than it probably will vibes or content wise. speak now is the taylor album that i largely associate with the best parts of my childhood, and even though we haven't been talking for this long, talking to you is so easy that it feels almost like i'm talking to someone i've known since i was that little :) maybe that's weird - idk :") - but!! that's the album that i most associate with you <3

OKAY i'm done!! as i said if i forgot anyone i am SOOO sorry, please let me know and i'd love to write you one!! <333

#em speaks #these are basically mutual love letters so i hope you like them!! and also ily all!!!! <3333 #asks #ally🌷

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sri-rachaa · 2 years

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Hi, I know you've mentioned struggling with your art recently, but I just want to say that I love your artwork a lot, and you're actually inspiring me to want to start drawing again, so thank you for that

Keep being awesome, wishing you well <3

AHHHH HI ANON!! :))

First off, I’m so glad you enjoy my art!! It means so much to me, more than I can put into words really, when people like something that I made. Especially now when my feelings with it are kinda rocky, to hear this has literally made my entire week- if not MONTH, anon!! Thank you so so much!!! Hugs n squishes !!! <333

Secondly, YOU SHOULD ABSOLUTELY START DRAWING AGAIN!! Or at least see if you enjoy it!!

In fact, I stopped drawing for years up until last March when I was inspired by another artist in the Redacted fandom to pick up the pencil again- and here we are months and months later!

I think that the best thing you can do anon is to just go for it!! The first couple attempts might be a little rough, yeah, [trust me my first few drawings gettin back in…EEK.] and even then regardless of how good you get everyone has bad drawing days- so you just gotta push thru it!! I’m rooting for u !! <33

Thank you so so so much for the message, anon!! I literally wasn’t kidding when I mean it’s probably made my whole month!! I wish you well too, and hope you keep being awesome as well!! 🖤🖤

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nar-nia · 1 year

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hi!

wow.

omg, its been so long since i spoke to you but a lot of happened in my life kinda (as well as yours from what i saw)

first of all, CONGRATULATIONS on finishing uni!!!!!!! im proud and happy for u!!! u worked hard and it paid off!! and wow, bakery?? that sounds so amazing!!!! like straight up bakery/coffee shops au!!! must be super fun and probably always smells rly good there!! i hope ure having tons of fun!!! and that ure eating lots of cake duh

for me, idk if u remember but i passed that oral exam!!! i did it in the beginning of september!! and i felt relieved and euphoric about it! and now the new semester (so my second year ) starts soon and…… i feel so anxious about going back, talking to people, all the stress and constant anxiety, and the fact that im still questioning whether this was the right thing to study and the lingering feeling that all my friends have it figured out already with the life and im kinda stuck. like when its right u know? but idk ??

but on a more positive note? my summer was rly great overall so i hope urs was too!!!! im no longer a teenager tho 20 hits hard - especially after olivia rodrigos new album lmaoo

hee has purple hair now and he looks soooooo good!! ALSO i read jakes and jays fics u posted and they were so nice, omg like??? :((( like made me realize how much i missed ur blog and u!!!!!!!!!!!

i love you, wishing u all the best always!!!!!!!!!!

-beloved anon wow it feels good to write it again!! <333

OMG HELLOOOO 🥺🥺🥺 it's been so long, i missed you so much. how are youu <333

please i'm so happy about finally finishing uni, it felt so long and annoying in the end. but now i already kinda miss it 😭

working in the bakery is.. interesting. it's definitely what i want to do in life, the other day i spent the whole workday just making cakes without anyone bothering me and i loved it so so much, but it's also hard and really stressful (which is why i am replying so late and i'm really sorry, first i got sick and then i got hit with a workload again 🥲). i have to do work that's supposed to be for like 4 other people and it's something 😶 let's manifest that they will find more workers soon because this is way too stressful for me (and my coworkers, i haven't seen them smiling in the past two weeks anymore, it's a bit scary). but enough complaining 🫡 the work itself is fun and the food is so good 🫠🫠 apart from onion cake/pie, i have to do it all myself and i swear i haven't stopped smelling like onions those past few weeks 💀

okay but now to you! CONGRATULATIONS ON PASSING YOUR EXAM 🥳🥳🥳 you did so well and i hope you're really proud of yourself 🥺🩷 and best of luck for your second year, i'm sure you will do as amazing as before 🩷

i'm sorry that you feel so nervous about it though. i have to be back in school to become a baker too now and i was so nervous on my first day, i got sick like right after 💀 and my class really is something (not necessarily positive but there are really nice people too). buuut i hope that your classmates are the nicest people you have ever met and that you will have lots of fun this year, you deserve it. and of course lots of amazing grades in your exams 🩷 i think if this bakery thing has thought me one thing is that it's okay to not know what you want yet. i think i have found my place now (although not necessarily in this bakery) but it took me a while to figure it out too. and in our bakery we have two people who tried lots of different stuff too before they settled on training there. so please try not to worry too much for now, i'm sure it will all work out well for you 🥺🩷

but i'm so glad your summer was nice <33 mine was full of job applications and moving but i still enjoyed it a lot (oh i miss the time where i could stay up all night and sleep in and not start work at 4am 💀) and happy belated birthday, omg <33 welcome to your twenties, it's a wild ride 😍

i missed you so so much too, i'm glad you liked my stories but even happier you had time to check in 🩷 but yes, hee 🫠🫠 wow. i love him (although he's not the only one anymore, can you believe?? jay has been bias wrecking me so hard i am so close to making him my second bias. that guy has me BLUSHING)

i hope you are doing well despite it all and will continue to do well 🩷 you deserve the best and you should get it. i love youuu 🩷🩷🩷

#beloved anonie 💖#my loves ❤️#talk that talk 📣

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darlingpwease · 2 years

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I usually write on a laptop/tablet and then edit on my phone when convenient, but sometimes I also just flat out write on my phone as well lol

Thus, I also don't get it when people are like "sorry, used my phone", I can understand if it's because they think the platforming might be off, but I know it's different for everyone ://

I hope ur final went well!! :DD

I have to arrest you

I'm sorry bubba, I'm gonna run, I'm not ready for jail yet </3 /t

Dove, I swear that ur works truly are great, both in the writing and style sense :))

plus, I think that you've already come a long way with it too!! For example, your BTD (I think it was BTD???) work compared to ur recent a×a work with Yuuta/ur bunny Yuuta work (I think, these ones r just from off the top of my head idk hhhhh) it's more layed out and the set up has definitely changed (in a good way tho). This is the stuff that can need some experimentation, and urs are doing amazing!! Be it quickly or not, I truly hope one day you can find a way you can be satisfied/comfortable, but on the road there, it's fun seeing you improve/test things out :DD

Listen, my teacher?? She was absolutely amazing, always made class fun. But, i have no idea how you could make teaching about text and design together while making it fun, but she did her best! It was fun when she let us design posters tho, so ig that evened it out

Being a programmer must definitely help out with understanding the html editing lol /srs /pos

Hhhhh aaaaa pretty pretty yuuta has me screaming <333

-panna cotta

I agree that it's a matter of habit, but when it's a laptop, I get the feeling that I'm working, you know, and I'm allergic to any job — I immediately start to get tired, bored and distracted. this is an unconditional reflex that will ruin me one day </333 /j

right? yes, it is easy to make mistakes on the phone, but they are just as easy to correct — perhaps this is some kind of my pet peeve, but it is repulsive when a request to change some word is answered with "sorry can't do it from the phone" and then don't do it at all.

right, thank you, dear <33 there are only two left with history and mathematics finals, then a week of rest and the final four exams — and a new semester will begin <3 </3

it's like you're being given a choice, panna cotta~ it's the charmpolice!!! you're unnyader arrest for being such a charmeowing bun; you have the right to remeowain silenyat!!!

... and put the handcuffs on yopurrself, I have paws </333

jahsgshsgshhdhd purrrrr <3333 I'll bite you, stop being so sweet </333 I want to take you and shake you from side to side, but affectionately </3333 /hj /pos

yup; boyfriends to death <3 bunny!yuuta my ex </3 love the concept, but it turned out to be too overrated, there is nothing unusual about it </333

so, in the end, you enjoyed it, honey panna cotta<3333 /hj

"programmer" is too big a word for such a trifle, but thank you, handsome <3 /pos

to be honest, programming languages and editors have one thing in common: they look creepy and uncomfortable until you sit down and start trying to figure it out, and then you just pull this thread out of the tangle. the hardest thing is to get together and decide to start — as in many things, in fact </3

a little incoherent chatter, but I got such a therapeutic pleasure when made gifs of new posts about yuuta. he makes me very soft and very obsessive </3333

#[📂] — voice from under the bed #❖.my jewelry #✮.panna cotta <3

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gxtzeizm · 2 years

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Hola!

Yes Harry Potter it’s the best, I’m actually re reading the chamber of secrets

Oh god yes!! The whole drama when it’s not race weekend it’s always amazing! Like Charles it’s single! I usually don’t care about their personal life. But it was funny to see all the drama at Twitter and TikTok about it

At first I didn’t block anyone but then I had to, it’s pretty sad how people talk about the drivers and their family :( I feel it more about Lewis and Max last year, it was horrible… I hope it doesn’t repite next year since both are amazing

I’m so glad your having some days off, enjoy it, it’s always good be back home and spend some family time, it’s the same for me actually, I’m spending more time with my family, my mother like Korean dramas, she stole my Netflix account and now it’s all about it, I’ve seen some and they’re really good, lol, which one it’s your fav??

I recently watched bullet train and I’m a little obsessed with Aaron Johnson 😍 it may like you

So, tell me about your fav subject?? And idk your fav food? Also, what do you think about the World Cup right now?

-Your secret Santa 🎅🏼

Hiiiiii my dear secret santa <333

well first of all i wish you're having fun re-read the chamber of secrets ☺️.and let me being honest with you, i'm actually not having the hp books yet and i'm planning to get the whole series soon (well you guess it...i'm more to hp movie than the hp books...but i guess both of them are equaly great).

and i agree with you tho about the non-race weekend drama literally. well i'm also not really get into deeper to Charles' breakup tbh, not wanting to invade his personal matters tho. but yeah, somehow it's hilarious tho seeing those on tiktok yet maybe some of it might be a...little cringey for me (oh i'm not really look into twitter if i'm being honest with you). but yeah, for me it's impossible that there'll zero drama next year but i hope it's not that kind of worse tho.

well thanks a lot my dear, i'm having a enjoyable week-off here. even though there will be lots of mid-semester tests and assignments starting next week 😭😭, i need to get prepared and do some revisions literally.

that's really cool that your mom loves to watch korean shows <333. and your situation is almost as same as mine but it's me who using my dad's netflix account (as well as my siblings).

well currently, i'm about to watch 20th century girl (it's actually a netflix originated korean movie) right after the tests. it's such a great movie i'm not gonna lie. although the 1st half of movie is kinda typical high school love vibes, but the last half....just get prepared with the tissues (yeah i've already know the spoilers tho i'm not sorry for this).

there's another few which are weak class heros and revenge of others. idk but i realized that both of it are literally having almost the same genre (high school, revenge etc. etc.). but i might watching weak class heros first since the other one is only available in disney+ right now and i'm not subscribing yet.

omg you had watched bullet train...i'm not watching it yet 😭😭. actually i was planning to watch it in cinemas months ago with my family but somehow there were other movies that we wanted to watch first....now it's too late tho.

hmmm...speaking of my fav subject, i'm still sticking on mathematics i guess...idk but the one during my high school days i guess, when i'm always priotise my maths work rather that other subjects literally. i know it might surprising you but it's satisfying me everytime i "break the code (solutions and answers)".

i'm so fall in love with pasta especially aglio olio pasta (idk if i spell it right). idk but every week i won't miss buying those in my food arcade in my campus after class <33.

i'm still not believe it that morocco managed to get into quarter finals i also feel so proud of them <333. and that's the reason why i'm rooting for them right now to win this wc (i know it's a bit difficult by looking at the opponent but anything will be happen am i right). and i guess i'm also rooting for croatia as well just to make it realistic.

i hope you're having an enjoyable day bestie <333

#ask #secret santa #omg i just realized that my reply is really long tho i hope you're willing to read the whole thing lmaoooo

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mercur1e · 3 years

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Helllooooo

Soo I just saw you're headcannons are literally 💞💞

It's lowkey the only thing keeping me safe and alive ✋😌......soooooo can I request Gom + kuroko and kagami (if it's to much you can just doo Aomine, Kise and Midorima and akashi)where they accidentally hurt their s/o feelings pleaaseeeeee..... I need some angst but please end it in fluff (cuz i lowkey cannot handle it)

Please take care of yourself, your health always comes first, I love youuuu ❤❤❤

Ofc love! I hope you're doing well and I love you too :) <333

Akashi

He disregarded your hard work :(

You're trying to start your own small business and you're having a little trouble, which is not unusual that happens sometimes!

You were having trouble hiring employees and you were talking to him about it, and he was in a bad mood prior to you approaching him

"You're not going anywhere with this. It would just be better to give up on it. You're not going to make it that far even if you do succeed. And can you leave? I'm busy and all you're doing is acting as a distraction."

You just froze, you couldn't believe what he had just said

Not only did he know how much work you were putting in, he also knew how excited you were for the future of your shop too

You didn't even say anything, you just froze with shock, hurt, and surprise and stomped out of his office

You left the house, you needed some time to cool off and cry

It took Akashi a second to realize what he had said and how hurtful his words were, so he started looking all over for you in the house. He goes into the garage to see your car is gone and he assumes the worst.

You don't pick up the phone when he calls you or answer his texts, opting to turn it off after the fifth call.

You stay by your best friend for the night and they comforted you and told you he probably didn't mean it, and that you can stay as long as you need

After you leave from by your friends place you go to your favorite cafe for some breakfast

And guess who's there, Akashi.

You turn around and walk out because you were honestly not ready to deal with him just yet and it was too early in the morning for all that

He catches you on the way out and apologizes :)

"Love, I apologize for what I said yesterday. It was inconsiderate, hurtful, and wrong. You've been working so hard on your business and you're doing your best to make it happen. I was in a bad mood yesterday and I dont know what came over me. Will you forgive me?"

Looking you in the eye as he spoke every word, holding your hands and rubbing them, you know he was truly sorry and wants to fix what he did.

"I forgive you Sei, but what you said was really hurtful. You know how much this means to me and how much work I've been putting in. But I do forgive you."

He takes you out to eat at your favorite restaurant and watch a movie afterwards back at home, kisses you tons and holds you in his arms when you fall asleep.

He also puts in a good word with his work associates about your business and you gain more employees and popularity! But unless you want to do it completely on your own he's there supporting you every step of the way and giving you advice :)

Midorima

He acts like your affection is kryptonite, even though you're not a clingy or overly-affectionate person

You guys had been together for about 3-4 months

He always brushes you off even at the most simplest acts of affections, you're starting to really question if he even wants to be together.

Well this particular time he embarrassed you in front of the team :/

There was a break in between practice and you went to give him his water bottle and give him a hug

"Hey Shin he's your water bottle, don't work yourself too hard okay?"

After that you went in for a quick hug but he held a hand against your chest and glared at you

"Why are you always so clingy? You're always on me and its annoying. Can you just leave me alone or leave?"

He said that right in the middle of the court, everyone's eyes were on you and you felt embarrassed.

"...alright."

That's all you after said you shoved the water bottle into his hand and walked out of the gym.

Takao was the one to call him out on his behavior and tell him that he was being rude and that he should apologize

Midorima took that advice and after practice, he went to find you and apologize, except you weren't anywhere he checked or thought you would be

You avoided him for 3 days straight until he arrived at your house unannounced

Your lucky item in his hand, he gives you a well deserved apology

"Y/N I- I'm sorry that I was being rude to you. There was no reason for me to act like that and I haven't been appreciating you like I should. That was rude of me and I hope you except my apology. Also- this is your uh lucky item."

He hands you a plushie :)

He gives you hugs and reassures you that he appreciates your affections despite him not being used to it!

He also got an extra lap at practice from Miyaji lol but he decided not to tell you that part

Kise

Is very busy and it's sometimes hard to make time for you :(

And you also couldn't show him affection in public or be around him because his fangirls would throw a hissy fit

He hasn't been answering his phone and he can't really get that close to you at school so you've been feeling left behind

When you finally managed to catch him, you said you wanted to go out and just catch up because you two haven't spent much time together and he agreed

However Kise forgot about the plans and you were waiting at the restaurant, alone.

You went home that night upset, tired, and wondering if you even want to be in a relationship anymore

You stopped texting him and talking to talk to him at school, not that you even had that much time to talk to him and school anyway

Kise had realised a whole day later that he had forgotten about the plans you two had made together

He took off from work the whole week, even though his manager was mad about it and went off to find you

He found you at a park after school and approached you with flowers in his hand

"Y/N baby I'm so sorry I forgot about our date. I can't imagine how you must've felt and to make up for it I called the whole week off! I'm really, really sorry that I havent had time for you. Do you forgive me?"

"Yeah, I forgive you Kise I'm just really hurt that you stood me up. You knew we hadn't spent alot of time together and I was really hoping to catch up with you that night. But I'm just happy you're here."

He takes you to a concert! Your favorite artist was in town and he bought tickets for the two of you!

The whole week was filled with fun, love, and lots of conversations :)

He promises to make more time for you and be there for you whenever he can!

He also posts you on his socials and shows you affection at school, showing his fangirls that he's not for them, but for you and they can go away of they don't like that

Aomine

You feel like he doesn't put any effort into the relationship

It's always you doing everything, it just gets tiring

He doesn't really make an effort to do anything, like plan dates, hang out, or just spend time together

He also uses basketball as an excuse to not hang out with you when you already know he's not at practice

Like if you want alone time man just say that

So you had planned a date for you two, nothing big just going to the movie theaters yk

He cancelled last minute, saying Imayoshi was forcing him to come to practice

It was a sunday, they don't have practice in sunday

You talked to Momoi as she is a close friend of yours too, about how you feel like you're the only one making an effort and that you feel like he doesn't want to spend time with you

She tells you to confront him about it, so you do

The next time Daiki comes to your house you ask him about it

"It just feels like I'm the only one putting work into the relationship and I feel like you're avoiding me. You make up excuses to not be with me and bail on me last minute...do you even want to be with me? And if you do want alone time just be upfront about it, don't give me terrible excuses or flake out on me."

Aomine honestly didn't know you felt that way

Now that he looks back at it, it has been mainly you doing most of the stuff in the relationship, and he can see why you feel like it's only you trying

"You're right, it has been mainly you doing stuff for both of us. I'm gonna start putting in more effort because it's time I do. I'm sorry that I've been making shitty excuses to not hang out with you, and cancelling all of a sudden. I'll be honest when I don't feel like going out and I'll spend more time with you."

He makes it up to you by taking you to a festival and going to see a movie with you

True to his word, he starts putting more effort into y'alls relationship and you two take turns planning dates

And if he doesn't feel like going out you guys have at home dates instead :)

I know this took a little longer than usual, I'm sorry for the little setback. Hopefully you like them! Thank you for requesting and feedback is appreciated! Love you <333

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George's Favorite Birthday Tradition

inspired by @fluffallamaful and @emmadoodle's gnf birthday raspberries hcs!! thank yall so much for giving me the green light to write it I hope you like it as much as I do <333

lee!george, ler!dream, ler!sapnap, 4k words!!

enjoy :)

It all started on the 30th of October.

George had been in Florida for a few weeks, slowly but surely getting used to life in the States, as well as life with his two best friends in real life rather than just 10 hour discord calls and planning for their future. It was wonderful, something the three of them had been waiting and wishing on for longer than any of them could remember.

As great as it was, it really wasn't much different from their time spent together strictly online. They would still stay up to late hours talking about nothing and everything, they'd still watch low-budget horror movies together and laugh at the terrible jumpscares— as well as laugh at how easily Sapnap would still get scared by them even though they were so awful. Everything was the same, except they got to enjoy each other's comfort in person now.

Until that day.

George had been laying in his bed, scrolling through Twitter and TikTok and anything else he could think of to extend his time laying under his warm blankets. He had already gone downstairs to grab some water, and saw Dream and Sapnap talking– suspiciously secretive, may he add– during his journey, so he knew they were both awake and that they knew he was as well.

That's when he heard the knock on his bedroom door.

"Come in," he raised his voice so he could be heard by whichever one of his roommates was there, sitting up in bed as he watched the door open as Sapnap stepped into the room.

"Morning, sleeping beauty," he greeted sarcastically, earning a fond eye roll from George.

"It's only noon, Sapnap. This is actually decently early, for me, you should be thankful." Sapnap chuckled in response, walking over to the edge of his bed and pointing as if silently asking if he could sit. George gestured to the same spot and nodded, silently answering. "What's going on, are we about to have the 'your mother and I are separating' talk, or am I projecting that awkwardness?"

Sapnap laughed loudly at that, caught off guard by the comment, before shaking his head.

"No, no, it's nothing bad, I just have a story to tell you," Sapnap spoke with a mischievous glint in his eye, smiling almost too innocently to truly be innocent.

"Okay? What kind of story?"

"Well. I'll start with a little history, obviously you know our good pal Dream, yes? And he just recently had a birthday a couple months back?" George nodded, confused expression glued to his face at the tone of voice Sapnap was using. "Alright, good. So, on Dream's birthday, I gave him a little gift, as you do, but not the normal kind, it was a special kind of gift."

"Sapnap, I don't think I want to hear about your 'special birthday gift' to Dream," George cut him off, putting air quotes around the words, earning another laugh. "I think you should keep that between you two."

"Not that kind of gift, you nimrod," Sapnap teased playfully, giving a gentle shove to George's knee under the blanket, which George chuckled at. "I'm gonna just cut to the chase here, because obviously metaphors aren't getting my point across. I used to have a tradition with my friends back in high school that on each of our birthdays you had to receive the same number of raspberries as however old you were turning."

George could feel his stomach swirl at the thought, eyebrows raising as he finally caught onto what Sapnap was saying.

"Oh," he said in response, nervousness increasing as Sapnap's smirk grew. "And you… did it to Dream on his birthday?"

"Absolutely I did."

"So… you're bringing back the tradition?"

"Mhm."

"…Okay." George knew Sapnap could tell how nervous he was, unsure exactly where this conversation was about to escalate to. "I'm not sure I'm following."

"Well, if my memory serves me correctly, a certain someone who lives in this house has a birthday coming up in a few days…" Sapnap looked around the room, eyes glancing back to George after a few seconds. George's eyes widened as he finally put together the puzzle pieces.

"But, I… that doesn't… you— you don't have to…"

"No, of course I don't have to." George almost sighed in relief, until Sapnap spoke up again. "But I might." George whined in complaint at that, pulling his knees up closer to his chest defensively.

"Sapnap—"

"I'm not gonna say yes or no, that's for me to know and for you to find out in all due time. I just wanted to share that little story with you." George was speechless after that, watching as Sapnap stood up and walked towards the door.

"Happy early birthday, Gogy," was all Sapnap said before exiting the room and closing the door behind him.

So, yeah. To say George was a little bit on edge would be a drastic understatement.

When he woke up the following Monday, freshly twenty-five, he knew the second he registered that he was awake that the house was way too quiet.

He had woken up early again, butterflies swarming and fluttering in his stomach with a feeling that could almost be described as excitement (though he would never, ever let Sapnap know that), and he had assumed it was early enough for him to be awake before either of his roommates. He stood up from his bed, stretched his arms above his head, and carefully opened his bedroom door. He took a few seconds to listen into the hallway, waiting to hear footsteps or voices or mischievous laughter, and when he was met with nothing, he decided he was probably safe to go get some breakfast before hiding out in his room for the rest of the day.

Minutes later, he was standing next to the stove, preparing to pour himself a bowl of cereal and absent-mindedly scrolling through his phone, when he heard a voice behind him.

"George?"

He jumped, gasping slightly at the mention of his name, before whipping his head around to see who the voice belonged to.

"Oh, Dream," he whispered, laughing a bit at his own reaction. "You scared the hell out of me, God."

"Sorry, I was just shocked to see you up this early?" Dream said with a chuckle of his own.

"I could say the same for you."

Dream reached down by his feet around the kitchen counter, grabbing Patches' empty food bowl and holding it up for demonstration, before making a move to go fill it.

"Hey, what's got you all jumpy?" Dream asked as he bent down to place the full bowl of cat food down in its rightful spot, Patches immediately trotting over from where she was sitting by George's ankles to chow down. Dream pet her head when she bumped her face against his hand, then grabbed her water bowl and walked over to the sink next to George to fill it.

"Oh, uh… it's nothing," George muttered, face warming at being called out.

"Come on, you can tell me. I'm not gonna judge you, did you have a nightmare or something?" Dream nudged George's shoulder with his elbow, earning a giggle in response. He leaned over to place the full bowl of water down next to Patches and her food bowl.

"No, it's just… I was thinking about something Sapnap told me the other day and I guess I zoned out, and you just startled me when you came in.

"Oh, he told you about his little tradition he's bringing back?"

George stared up at him, eyes wide.

Oh... Well, fuck.

"What?"

"Come on, Georgie, you really think I just happened to be down here at the exact same time as you?"

Suddenly, George felt another presence behind him, and he spun around to lean against the counter, ending up face to face with Sapnap.

"Don't ever let anyone tell you Dream isn't a good actor," Sapnap offered, and George braced his hands against the edge of the counter behind him, suddenly realizing he was boxed into the corner.

"Sapnap! I-I didn't…" George tried to reason, throat going dry, butterflies in his stomach winding up again and flying around like a tornado. He bit his lip to stifle a nervous giggle, looking between his friends. "I didn't think you'd be up this early, either."

"Consider it a special occasion," Sapnap offered with a smile.

"I-I also didn't think you were so serious about this whole thing."

"Now, why would I lie to the birthday boy about his birthday gift?" Sapnap reached forward with a single finger to poke at George's stomach as he spoke, earning a surprised squeak as he pressed his lips together tightly and curled in on himself.

"Sapnap, don't—" George cut himself off, not wanting to let the others know how much the teasing was getting to his head.

"You know how this has to go, George," Sapnap said with another round of pokes to George's tummy, giggling at the way George's hands jumped out to push at the offending fingers.

He looked back into Sapnap's eyes for a few seconds, before attempting to make a run for it, but due to the way he was cornered, all he did was run directly into Dream's chest. Dream reacted immediately, hands coming up to grab George's upper arms and maneuver him so his back was pressed flat against Dream's own chest, his grip on George keeping him there even as he squirmed in place. George held his hands out in front of him to try to fend Sapnap off as he got closer.

"Sapnap, please— Dream— you guys don't have to do this,"

"Aww, but where's the fun in that!" Dream mumbled, leaning down a bit to speak closer to George's ear, making him scrunch his shoulders up and shake his head.

"We just wanna make sure our favorite birthday boy knows he deserves his birthday raspberries!" Sapnap continued, poking all around George's torso wherever he could reach. When George once again went to grab for his hands, Dream shifted so his arms slipped underneath George's, holding them up so he could keep his arms away while Sapnap got his plan started.

"NO! No, Dream, please, that's not fair!" George complained, squirming as much as he could despite his movement being limited with the way he was practically being held up by Dream. "Let— let go of me!"

"Ready, Georgie?" Sapnap teased, kneeling down on one knee in front of George, eye level with his tummy, as he pushed George's shirt up to his ribs. George shivered as the cold air of the house hit his bare skin, sucking in his stomach on instinct as goosebumps rose up on his skin. He let out a few muffled giggles, choked off by the way he was biting his lip again to keep quiet, shaking his head and squirming side to side.

Sapnap rested his free hand on George's side to keep him in place, causing George to flinch at the cold fingers against his bare torso as he let out more soft giggles. Dream couldn't help but giggle behind him as well, wrapping his arms around George's chest to hug him close in an attempt to make sure he was still comfortable as well as keeping his arms pinned away from Sapnap.

"You remember the rules, right?"

"Sapnahap—" George shook his head, looking down to make eye contact with Sapnap.

"25 raspberries..." George's squirming increased as he held onto Dream's wrists in an attempt to both keep himself grounded as well as get away. Dream squeezed George to his chest, earning a squeak in response.

"Nohoho…" George practically whined, letting his head fall back onto Dream's shoulder as his eyes squeezed shut.

"Alright, I'm getting antsy, I'm gonna start," Sapnap explained, readjusting his hold on George's side. "Ready?"

"NO!" George squeaked, voice breaking in the middle. His grip on Dream's arms got impossibly tighter, not trying to push away this time, but instead tensing his whole body and holding onto Dream for support. Dream made sure his grip was set enough that he wouldn't fall, determined to keep George standing.

"3… 2…"

"SAPNAP!" The man in question took a deep breath, smiling almost dangerously as he watched the muscles in George's tummy tense and flutter in anticipation.

And with that, he drove his head forward, lips landing right above George's belly button, and gave George his first raspberry, immediately following it up with a second one.

George positively squealed, immediately bursting into bright, bubbly laughter. His arms tensed where they were secured around Dream's holding so hard his fingers left red marks when Sapnap leaned back in and blew another raspberry.

"AHAHA SAHAPNAHAHAP!" George yelped through his laughter. He was still attempting to twist side to side, but all that got him was a raspberry placed right on his ribs when he turned at the wrong moment and met Sapnap's lips. This sent his laughter shooting up an octave, dropping his head against Dream's shoulder again as he let go of Dream's arms in favor of covering his own face.

Liking the reaction, Sapnap decided to repeat the action twice more.

"PLEHEHEHEASE ITS SO BAHAHAD– AH!" He squeaked, letting out a hiccupy breath as Sapnap placed two more tiny raspberries in the middle of his ribs underneath his sternum. He curled in on himself even further, attempting to lean over slightly to hide part of his torso, but Dream quickly stopped the movement by straightening his own back and pulling George back to stand up straight.

"Where are you trying to go, George?" Dream mumbled in his ear, laughing to himself at George's sweet reactions to the playful tickling.

"Shuhuhut yohour mohouth!" George gasped at the end as Sapnap repositioned himself so that both hands were holding onto George's sides, George's thin t-shirt caught between his thumbs and George's ribs so he still had easy access to his tummy. "Nohoho!" George whined as he attempted to squirm again, finding it much more difficult with the way Sapnap was holding him now. Sapnap giggled at the squirming, his forehead pressed gently against George's lower ribs from when he had pulled away after the last raspberry.

"You're so dramatic, we're literally only, like, just over a fifth done."

"Shuhut up Sahapnahap!" George giggled again, laughter cracking and raising back to its original volume when Sapnap pressed three consecutive raspberries to the lower right side of his tummy, just above his hip bone.

The vibrations near his hip made his whole leg feel weak, as he dropped his weight and tried to slide down Dream's torso to escape his hold. This didn't seem to phase him as much as George would've hoped, however, because all Dream did was quickly shift his wrists so he could grab George's biceps and hold him up like that. After a few seconds of waiting to make sure George was still okay, he hoisted George back up to standing height, hands staying firmly on his upper biceps.

"You're so squirmy, oh my god," Dream said absent-mindedly, not really realizing how much his words would embarrass the man in his arms. George shook his head, face growing impossibly warmer.

"Aww, look, Dreamie made the birthday boy all embarrassed," Sapnap teased as he looked up at the other two, sticking out his bottom lip in an overexaggerated pout and putting on his best baby voice. "Is poor little Gogy embarrassed?"

"NOHOHO!" George shook his head frantically, hair falling in front of his eyes that were shut tight again so he didn't have to make eye contact with either of them. Dream reached one hand up to run his fingers through George's hair to fix it. George seemed to push his head up into the touch a bit before he flinched when Sapnap's hold on his sides grew tighter and he shook the man slightly by his torso. "Sahapnahap, stohop ihit! NAHAHA!" Sapnap had leaned in to blow another raspberry, this time above George's other hip, cutting his own raspberry off with another round of his own giggles.

"But why?! You're so cute!" He leaned in for another raspberry, pressing three tiny little ones in a line going up George's ribs.

"Doho- AHAHA! DOHOHON'T say thahahat!"

"He wouldn't say it if it wasn't true," Dream said from behind George, letting his chin rest on George's shoulder as he pulled him closer.

George blushed even harder, unable to even defend himself through his giggles as Sapnap mirrored his previous action on the other half of his ribs. He tacked on one more at the end, just for good measure.

"Oh, look at that, Gogs, we're almost finished!" Sapnap said, using the moment to let George have a break to breathe. He didn't want to overwhelm him too much, and he most certainly didn't want to make him uncomfortable. His thumbs gently slid up and down George's bottom ribs, soothing him as some more giggles spilled out. "Isn't that sad? Don't you wish this could go on forever?"

"Yohohou suhuck…"

"That wasn't a no, though."

"I hate yohohou," George said, turning his head to face away from both his roommates. Sapnap used the opportunity to catch him by surprise, leaning forward and pressing another raspberry right to the middle of his belly, using the grip on his sides to hold him in place so he couldn't pull away. George immediately tensed up and clamped his arms down against Dream's hands, but Dream simply slipped his hands out from underneath George's arms and wrapped his arms fully around George's in a backwards bear hug of sorts. George— arms now pinned to his chest— immediately tried to squirm away, pushing at his arms and trying to unfold them or grab onto Dream in any substantial way, but quickly found his struggling was useless. Dream had clasped his hands onto his opposite elbows and pulled George close enough that he couldn't just slip out like he had tried to do earlier, and he settled instead for just burying his face in his hands and waiting for the inevitable.

"Alright, you big baby, we only have five more to do! See, this hasn't been that bad, has it?" Sapnap asked, dropping his hands and tugging George's shirt back down over his tummy. George took in another well needed breath, swinging his leg out to lightly kick Sapnap in the shin.

"Yohohou— yohou're both so duhumb…" His head was back against Dream's shoulder once again, and he hummed when he felt Dream's fingers return to brush through his hair.

"We try," Dream said with a smirk, patting George's arm with the hand that remained pinning his arms down.

"I think for these last five I'm gonna give Dream a chance to shine," Sapnap said, standing up and adjusting the draw string on his hoodie.

"What!?" George asked, head shooting back up and wide eyes making contact with Sapnap's.

"Well, he's just been so helpful today, it's only fair he gets to participate, right?"

"NO!?" George immediately squeaked out, pushing at his arms again and successfully breaking free before Dream simply grabbed his forearms and held him in place again, wrapping his arms around George's waist and pulling George's own arms along with him

"I think yes!" Dream said, head leaning towards George's neck as he took in a deep breath.

"No! Nonono, no, Dream, don't, no—!" And Dream planted his first raspberry, right in between where George's neck met his shoulder. George squeezed his eyes shut, trying to scrunch his shoulders up, but he couldn't get anywhere with Dream's head in the way. "Dreheheheam, plehehehease!"

"But it's so fun!" Dream mumbled against George's skin before placing another raspberry in the same spot.

"NOHOHO IT'S NOHOHOT!"

"We both know you don't mean that, Georgie," Dream teased, pulling away and placing his third raspberry right under George's ear. George absolutely crumbled at that, knees falling weak again and being left to depend on Dream to keep him standing. Dream didn't falter, though. He didn't let George fall, he simply crouched down with George and straightened his back again to lift him up.

"Dreheheheam," George said, in his classic soft voice that he always had with Dream, and Dream just held him tighter.

"Just two more, okay?" Dream explained, setting his lips on the back of George's neck right under his hairline and blowing the second to last raspberry. Dream giggled along with George, and George couldn't help but feel the butterflies erupt in his tummy again knowing this was the last raspberry.

Though he would never admit it, Sapnap's tactic was fun, it left his skin buzzing with ticklish sensations and it left his muscles aching with excitement and anticipation. But there was something about the way Dream was handling it— soft, comforting, calm— that made his skin flutter and made him feel more nervous than when they'd started. He really was having the time of his life, and he was glad his best friends could sense that without him having to say it outright. He didn't think he had the confidence for that just yet.

"Happy birthday, George," He heard Dream whisper in his ear before letting his hands migrated to George's left arm, wrapping his hand around George's biceps and pulling him in close by it, before blowing his biggest raspberry yet right on the side of George's neck. George squirmed against the touch, against his own will, unable to stop his shoulders from scrunching and his now free hand from coming up to push at Dream's chest.

Until Dream tried to blow an extra raspberry, then George had every right to be squirmy.

"NOHO! Thahahat's cheating! Stohop ihit!"

"Alright, fine," Dream complained, moving to walk in front of George and pull him into a normal hug. George's arms wrapped around his waist easily, and Dream's fingers mindlessly played with the hair at the nape of his neck. "I hope you had fun, though. I know that was a lot. But I hope it was a lot in a good way."

"Mhm," was all George mumbled, nodding his head to convey his point.

"We have another surprise for you, too," Dream explained, and George's heart immediately picked up speed again.

"Nohoho, no more," He whined, not caring about how much he sounded like a toddler at that moment. "Dream, no more, please."

"No, not that kind, I promise, no more tickling," Dream said with a laugh, hands moving back to George's arms to spin him around to look at the dining room table. When he looked, Sapnap was standing there with boxes of breakfast foods that he assumed they had gone to pick up before they started this whole endeavor.

"Wha…" George mumbled, confused, looking between the other two.

"It might be cold by now," Sapnap explained, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "We, uh… kinda lost track of time during all that. But we did get breakfast."

George was still speechless, phantom tingles from the onslaught of raspberries still bubbled against his skin and made him giddy, and he struggled to contain his sickeningly sweet giggles at the adoration that flowed through his veins. He reached up to his biceps and pulled one of Dream's hands away, fingers lingering against his arm for a few moments as he walked to the table in order to signal for Dream to follow him.

The three of them enjoyed their breakfast together, and George decided he could confidently say he's discovered his new favorite birthday tradition.

#lee!george #ler!sapnap #ler!dream #god this one is so long but i really like it #thanks again to llama and emma for rhe ideas :))#i will also admit i had to reread over the raspberry part to count and make sure there were 25 an embarrassing number of times #not my proudest moment #cals writing

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